She sat on the swing, looking up at people, and her innocent eyes emerged amidst the movement, the swing stirring not only the chill breeze but also the hearts of those around.
He lowered his head to meet her gaze, the sense of familiarity in his heart growing stronger, as if images were flashing rapidly through his mind.
Jimmy Simmons's expression changed subtly in his eyes, but quickly returned to calm.
His lips curled into a smile, teasing and rebellious, as he lazily leaned against the tree trunk, making no move to shield Tiffany Lynch from view, and even asked, "Want to know what she said about you?"
"Not interested," Hannah shook her head, her gaze falling on the old wooden cabin, her voice mellow, "It's probably nothing good."
The soft tone mingled with the cold wind, and the faint scent in the air was indistinguishable whether it came from her or from the rosy edge of her lips.
